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Forest Night
Oh, it is night.
I am in the forest but not
of my wish.
I search for my companion
who is not home.
The deep soft greens of
the day have become dark and dreadful.
The forest creaks and
groans as it does not when lit by the sun.
Oh, it is night.
I am loyal. My companion
is loyal. We shall find one another.
What is that? That crack
of sound. I fear it.
I swear softly that I have
been placed so.
Be brave. Many small
things dwell here and fear me, so they flee.
What if a thing is not
small.
What if that is not the
sound of flight but of stalk. What if.
Oh, it is night.
I wish greatly to leave. I
am loyal.
A new sound. A sound I
well know. At last.
Huddled together we leave.
~ by B.J. Campbell
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